My son Arie, ever the stickler for details and accuracy

[janradder]

This afternoon Arie pulled out an easel in front of our house, got together paints, brushes and paper and proceeded to attempt a painting in front of our house.  I say attempted, because for the first twenty minutes or so he loudly yelled and hollered and otherwise made  a scene over each tiny problem he encountered.  The wind was blowing.  The paper had slightly torn.  He wanted to tape the edges to keep the wind from blowing the paper but the tape was in the house.  The tape had fallen to the ground and gotten dirt on it.  The paint brush was not working.  The paint was not working.  The paint was the wrong color.  The colors were mixing on the paper.  And so on.  After hearing quite possibly the twentieth sigh or grunt of disgust (which I really only have myself to blame for hearing since he was only mimicking me) I suggested that he put the paints and easel away because he certainly was not having any fun.

"I will not put away the paints and the easel.   What do you think I am doing?"

"It sounds to me like you're complaining," I said.

"No I am not," Arie replied.  "I am complaining and painting!"

Comments

[janradder.livejournal.com]

We've got another week and a half before that arrives. Lord, how I'm dreading it looking forward to it.

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

I keep telling myself we're going to have so much fun this summer! So far, I'm still waiting for the fun to show up

[janradder.livejournal.com]

We're kicking off our summer vacation with a three day drive down to SC with an Aspie and a three year old! (Bet your jealous now!)

[geniusofevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, we should have a contest. I'm taking my three on a six hour flight with a two hour layover!

Who do you think will have the best time? You have the advantage with the three days in a car thing, but I have the cramped seating with no chance to pull over and potential to piss of about 200+ travelers.

[janradder.livejournal.com]

The piss off factor definitely does have something going for it. I know whenever we've flown with Arie I just cross my fingers and hope he doesn't have a freak out (and thank the gods for the noise of the plan covering up a lot of his unpleasantness).